A Court of Pain and Sorrow

Prologue

Amren sat on her studio.

A glass of blood on her hand and an old book open before her.

It was very late at night, but sleep didn't seem to want to come.

It happened a lot now that Rhys was under that damn mountain with that redheaded bitch.

Amren sighted before focusing again in her reading.

The book was very old and was covered in dust. It was written in an old language that the female had been trying to translate for the last twelve years.

The book was incredibly thick and it talked about how the Mother created Prythian and it's early days.

In all honesty, Amren already knew everything she was reading, but the need to keep herself busy in order not to run and save her High Lord made her suck up her boredom and continue to translate the book.

Tonight was different.

Amren reached an interesting chapter that talked about something she, in her thousand years alive, had never heard about.

She was rather excited to sat the least.

The small female started to translate the chapter and what she read left her speechless.

It read something like this:

The Mother looked down at her creation and smiled.

But her job wasn't over. Not yet.

She turned towards the Cauldron and held it in her hands.

The Cauldron moved as it had live of its own and the Mother grabbed three droplets of it's waters.

She admired the droplets on the palm of her hand. So full of power, of destruction and of creation.

The first droplet had an emerald colour.
The second one was as silver as an iron sword.
And the third one. Oh, the third one! The third one was as full of power as it was of pain. Gold was it's colour. Gold like a crown and gold like the chains of the slaves.

The Mother smiled at the droplets before tossing them to the air.
The emerald and the silver one went up before stopping at the same height. Meanwhile, the gold one kept going up for a couple of  seconds, placing itself higher and on the middle of the other two.

The Mother nooded and the three droplets rushed down, towards the land below them.
There, they touched every single thing they came across, giving it the beauty and the magic that they deserved.

Once they finished, they returned to the Mother, who said, her voice low and loving:
'You've serve me very well, little ones. You filled this world with the magic of the Cauldron, a magic that is yours by right. You can leave now, but don't go to far, this world will need you three again.'

The three droplets did as they were told and left to choose a place to rest until they were needed again.
They picked the sky above a mountain, where they took they shape of three shiny stars.

The Mother watched them as they shone and said:
'You three are destined to do great things, my girls. This whole world will tremble because of your power and, when the time is right, you will come back and free the world from all of the evil. You will take the powers of the Cauldron and claim them as your own. You will conquer this whole world and protect it. You will become the Mothers of Prythian.'

The legend says that, when the world needs them the most, the three stars of Ramiel will take form in three young girls that will free Prythian.

They will let their wrath loose and destroy everything and everyone standing on their way.

The earth itself will choose them and the Mother and the Cauldron will protect them at all costs.

Them and only them will make the all High Lords, all the fae and all the humans kneel before them.

They will become the saviors, the chosen ones...

One of them, will be the warrior.
Another one will be the courtesan.
And the third one. Oh, the third one! The third one, with her golden blood, her enormous black wings and her devil horns will be the High Queen of Prythian. The High Queen of the world, the mastermind behind it all, the torturer.
Someone to fear... and someone to love.

They are Prythian's only hope.
They are the queens of death who will come and save us all from a life of pain and sorrow.

Once the girls find each other, the earth will tremble and the power will be heard all across this world. Everyone will know that hell just got loose and that three devils are grabbing it with their bare hands and controlling it.

They will be hated by thousands.
But that won't matter because before they know it, they will be on their knees for the rightful High Queen of Prythian, the Queen that the earth chose, and her two loyal sisters.

Amren close the book and leaned back on her chair.

"Well, little High Queen of Prythian, your threat is already here. Her name is Amarantha. You and your little friends better hurry before I kill her myself."